The first of the children to arrive would be none other than the younger Dutiron. His mother had mentioned the lessons that he would begin at her final meeting though various things had gotten in the way as of late that meant that the Destruction child hadn't yet had a chance to have any formal lessons with his siblings or cousins. It was a fact he wasn't overly pleased about though wouldn't halt his learning in any way, still the questions, the search for knowledge would continue with or without the help of the philosophers or plots of the pack.
Now though his grandfather would call out beckoning the drafts of the pack to attend a meeting or something anyway. Eagerly he would answer the call. His life had been too quiet as of late, the epidemic, the death of his brother and disappearance of his mother and one of his elder siblings. He wasn't however he discovered upon coming to a halt before his grandfather and namesake, the first wolf to arrive here. The darker male at the elder Dutiron's side certainly wasn't a familiar face nor was he a child and surely couldn't be a draft. Who was he then? Well there was only one way to find out. "Hello, I'm Dutiron Destruction, who are you? Are you new to the pack?"
